I could write a million words about you and still feel unfulfilled
You say sweet things, you screw up, you lie, you hold my hand, you make me nervous, you reassure me, you make me upset, you make me feel things that I’m too scared to face
With you, I’m waiting on something that will only disappoint my fantasies; I can only blame myself
Confessingly, I’m holding onto you so much tighter because you’ve become all too familiar in my world
At the end of the day, I may not mean much to you but you’ve become such a drifting presence, I can’t imagine you anywhere else
I don’t know how to be someone you’ll want right now
I don’t know how to be someone you’ll want tomorrow
I will miss you when the time comes
You make me feel so weak
I wish I could call you mine but I don’t even know who you are
You are not mine
I am nobody’s anything
